Page 252 of Mountain Men Heroes
My head spun and all I could think about was what it felt like when his hands were on me, his mouth devouring my nipples, his long hard cock touching places inside me I didn’t know existed.
And he was right. I liked all of it.
“This is not going at all how I expected,” I whispered.
“No? ‘Cause I think I had a few fantasies about you that went just like this. You showing up, me taking you home with me, me spreading you out on my bed and spending days devoting myself to pleasuring every inch…” His words trailed off leaving me to fill in the blanks with tantalizing images.
I didn’t miss the obvious either. He’d thought of me in our time apart.
He captured my lips in a claiming kiss, just like he did that first night. No warning, just taking. And I loved it. He took our kiss deeper, our warmth mingling, bodies molding together. Between us, I felt the hard length of his cock and my heart rate soared. My mind tripped back to our night together and all the emotion he elicited from me.
Somehow reality tore through all the pleasure swirling inside me and I pulled away, breaking our kiss.
I shook my head, a sad attempt to shake away the mental pictures. I pulled in a deep, not quite steady breath. “As tempting as your kisses and fantasies are…” and oh my, they were tempting beyond belief and under any other circumstances I’d take him up on them in a heartbeat. But right now the little soul inside me came first. “…I need to slow this down. This isn’t why I came here.”
His dark eyes traced the lines of my face and brushed over the throbbing pulse in my neck. He cupped a hand behind my head and the second those fingers buried beneath my hair my knees grew weak. “Why did you come here?”
“To…umm…” Oh, shit, what was I going to tell him? My mind went utterly blank for several seconds.
“Grab some downtime,” I finally blurted out. “You made Hardwood sound so great I thought it would be a nice place to spend a week or two.”
Yup. That’s the brilliant story I managed to come up with in the day I spent on the bus.
“You’re here on a vacation?” His eyes narrowed on me.
I nodded emphatically. It might not be a great story, but it was the one I had and now that I blurted it out, I needed to stick to it.
“You came here on vacation without making any hotel reservations?”
“I know. Stupid…” I shrugged. “It was a spur of the moment kind of thing.”
I was going to hell for all my sins and lies.
He dropped his hand and eased away from me slightly, my body instantly missing the heat of his next to mine in the air-conditioned room.
“I guess, I just thought it would be fun to do something a little spontaneous. Take off somewhere new and let the vacation sort of unfold.” I lifted a shoulder, going for nonchalance, but probably looking more awkward than anything.
“I became a little nervous as I got closer. I thought of looking you up and…” I gestured around the police station. “…here I am.”
Spontaneous trips were so not like me. Not at all, but he didn’t know that much about me.
He knew me as the girl from the bar who went back to his hotel a couple of hours after I met him. So for him, my spontaneous vacation might seem in line with what he’d expect from me.
And I wasn’t going to spend too much time examining just why I acted so out of character every time we were together.
He looked at me for several long seconds, his expression inscrutable. He looked more like the soldier I’d met that night at the club, and I found myself mourning the loss of his easy grin.
I tilted my head to the side. “I don’t want to put you out,” I said softly. “I just…you seemed like a nice guy when I met you. I’ve thought about you since then. And when I got nervous about traveling on my own, I felt safer when I thought of getting in touch with you. That I might not be all alone after all.”
I might have left out a bunch of the story, like the tiny fact I was pregnant with his baby, but I realized as soon as the words left my mouth, they were true. Since the moment I found out I was going to have his baby, I’d been scared out of my head. The one thing helping me keep it together was the thought of getting to Mac and the safety I felt in his arm.
His expression cleared and he smiled at me. “Then come home with me. I have a meeting in a little bit, but after that, we can have lunch and I can show you around town.” He moved in close to me again. “I’ve thought about you, too.”
My toes curled inside my black Converse and I shot my gaze to his mouth. I think I might have had a little mini orgasm just from his words.
“Ready?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He snatched my hand and the handle of the suitcase and herded us out the door.
Before I knew it, I sat next to him in the passenger seat of his truck. I twisted my head to catch the sights we passed—the busy downtown area, a meadow of wildflowers, the green mountains acting as a backdrop to it all. It was so different from sandy Lover’s Cove yet a welcomed change.